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Wallen on the motherfuckin E-Way We gone hit the north find the trapout I aint even tryna talk about stop Acting like you with it you dont air out I need sum mo bottles for these bitches You peep how a young nigga finna play out Run up ya hoe He say he lit finna boom at the store We finna hit us sum mo New Gucci I need a baddie to suck on a nigga While I drop the top thats that new boujie 5 bands for a burk no bitch I dont work Do whatever I want thats that new blue cheese They gon do you on me I got shooters with me That hold alot of weight, I need thick groupies Hold up bitch dont make noise while you riding I got the word that a nigga was plotting on who the fuck? Goofy aint think we was sliding Bag your bitch on purpose Yeah uh uh UH yeah yeah I aint trippin about no lil bitch I want bands Shorty gon fuck em with the FN Countin all of these bodies that drop in my hand We gon handle the opp tellem bring out his mans Bring in more bitches Letras de cancionesI racks in my pocket I tell you im ready to go nigga Ion think bout a opp Swear a nigga gone drop Gang be ready to pop they gon go getchu She be easy my bro bout to bag her She beggin my guyza to buy up some more liquor She do not give a fuck about her nigga Like a burner she ready to blow nigga Go far, said I want all the smoke I want big war, finna get up a milli invest I dont think I could hide I might catch a body Aint tryna get booked for shooting at his neck We gone get it regardless I put that on god I got too many reasons I dont need to step Skeeza I remember they aint Jack my speaker I do not mix with nobody rent out a Bugatti He probably dont like me give that boy a feature We gon run up behind em aint checkin ya pockets I just needa press em posting like a female At the end of the day you aint stacking no bread Why the fuck am I beefing with a lil broke boy I be choking ya hoe like a hoe boy All that talk finna dump at his face new killer Fuck what they talking bout I got 100 bitches I aint macking with no niggas 40 bands up in the back on god I aint lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers Re up said the bitch tryna fuck, can I meet her? I could care less, get a bag, I dont need her Lord knows run the bread like a meter Face new killer Fuck what they talking bout I got 100 bitches I aint macking with no niggas 40 bands up in the back on god I aint lacking bitch on my dead got big triggers Re up said the bitch tryna fuck, can I meet her? I could care less, get a bag, I dont need her Lord knows run the bread like a meter From Letras Mania